Just One Night (Le Débauché Club) by Aubrey Beck Page A

Emma’s thigh before one finger pressed into her slick opening. “Already glistening,” he said appreciatively, a crooked grin settled on his lips. “Very nice, Emma.” But then his smile faded away and his presence seemed more commanding, even more powerful when he added, “But you were a naughty girl, all the same. Drawers ,” he said the word as though it was a crime right along with murder or treason. “You’ll have to be punished.” He retrieved his finger from her warmth.
    Punished? That was certainly not their agreement. Emma’s mouth went dry as the coach stopped once more in the queue. “B-but my maid,” she began to explain.
    But James shook his head, making it clear that excuses wouldn’t be tolerated. “I specifically told you no drawers. I know you heard me.”
    And she had, but punishment? Emma tried to close her legs, but James slid his finger inside her once again at that moment. Desire washed over her instantly at his intrusion, but she’d rather he not know that. Not now, perhaps not ever. Though she’d wanted him for so long, this…Well, this side of him she still wasn’t certain about.
    “And so ve ry tight,” he complimented. “Michael either had a very small cock or you were very rarely fucked.”
    Such coarse words! Emma would have gasped, but it seemed a foolish thing to do at the moment. Her skirts up around her waist and James’ finger exploring her inner channel. Being offended by his choice of words seemed rather silly, all things considered.
    James snorted as he shook his head. “What the devil was wrong with him?”
    With Michael? Emma had long given up wondering about that question. And now that her husband was gone, there was no reason to speculate on it any longer. What was the point?
    “ I happen to know his cock wasn’t small,” James said, seemingly more to himself than to her. “He could have had you in his bed at anytime and yet…”
    And yet he’d spent his time at Le Débauché entertainments such as Longfield’s instead. Emma didn’t want to think about any of that. Oh, part of her wanted to know why Michael had never bedded her after their wedding night, why he preferred venues such as this to bed other women; but that wasn’t what tonight was about. Not really.
    No, tonight was about James. She wanted him, had wanted him for quite some time, but he’d never given her a second’s thought until she asked about attending this masquerade.
    “It’s no matter.” James’ voice broke into her thoughts. “I’ll fuck the tightness right out of you.”
    Dear heavens, a jolt of something, some need she couldn’t really name pooled inside her. This was exactly what she wanted from him, what she’d dreamt of. This was what had driven her to plead for his escort.
    “Like that idea, do you?” James’ baritone chuckle captured her attention. “You can let go of my finger now, Emma.”
    Let go of his? Oh! A blush warmed Emma’s cheeks as she tried to relax that part of her. How terribly embarrassing.
    “Let’s see how you taste , shall we?” James retrieved his hand from her, brought his finger to his mouth and licked her juices from it. His eyes never left hers and Emma had no idea she could delight in such wickedness. “Mmm. Tonight, I’ll have to indulge even more.”
    Before Emma could find the words to respond to that, James retrieved a little red pouch from his coat pocket. “What’s that?”
    “This?” he raised the pouch, velvet, it looked like, up for her perusal. “Your punishment.”
    He truly did mean to punish her? Emma squeaked when the coach lurched forward once more.
    James’ rakish grin was once again , firmly in place. “I always say what I mean, Emma.” He pulled the string on the pouch and then emptied the contents, four silver balls into his hand. They didn’t look like a punishment.  They were larger than marbles, about a third in size of a billiard ball. Moonlight reflected in the smooth silver, nearly making the orbs